Ghosts
"or ghost hunters." she blinked and frowned. "wait, how do you know about--" i gestured with my now-empty hot bag to the mailbox next to the door, where the latest _ghost hunting monthly_ was half-falling out.
God of Hunger chapter 12-18
The ghost hunter is sitting at the wall behind him, knees up resting his arms over them. "i don't know what came over me." jacob's voice has returned to its calming self. "it was a bestial rage." pistol lowers his head, listening.